Tuesday, October 24, 2006
This morning as I was going out for my ritual cappuccino I was amazed to see my fave member of the builder's crew trundling up the driveway with his big ladder in hand. I kid you not. I was so happy I hugged him.
After ten months of pestering the builder, one rainy season and another one looming, we were finally going to get the roof patched! Yippee!
Except.
Soon as the guy tilts up the ladder on the house, climbs high, and
disappears out of sight, the clouds start roiling. And the rain starts
coming. Then it officially poured.
It was so dramatic, like the time the guy in China was going to give me the all-important stamp to renew my visa in Beijing: His hand pushed the seal down hard in the inkpad, he lifted his fist -- I held my breath, transfixed -- ... and the phone rang. His hand dropped weakly to the side of my visa form, despite all my ESP urgings for it to fall directly upon it, and a lot of fast Mandarin followed.
Let's just say I didn't get the visa.
And let's just say the roof isn't fixed.
After ten months of pestering the builder, one rainy season and another one looming, we were finally going to get the roof patched! Yippee!
Except.
Soon as the guy tilts up the ladder on the house, climbs high, and
disappears out of sight, the clouds start roiling. And the rain starts
coming. Then it officially poured.
It was so dramatic, like the time the guy in China was going to give me the all-important stamp to renew my visa in Beijing: His hand pushed the seal down hard in the inkpad, he lifted his fist -- I held my breath, transfixed -- ... and the phone rang. His hand dropped weakly to the side of my visa form, despite all my ESP urgings for it to fall directly upon it, and a lot of fast Mandarin followed.
Let's just say I didn't get the visa.
And let's just say the roof isn't fixed.
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